( He lets the knowledge sit for a moment, the bitter acidity of it sour in his stomach. And then he lets it go, swallows against it. What does it matter now? Nothing. Of the three of their generation here, not a sole survivor. At least he thinks Shoko is still alive. Itadori has never spoken of her in any strange way. That will have to be enough. )
Mm. ( A half-amused, half-chiding sound. ) Sentimental.
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Mm. ( A half-amused, half-chiding sound. ) Sentimental.
( But he is too. That's half the problem. )
I think I would have liked to be a teacher.